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Fiction - Year IV - Number 26 - July 2019

    DAVID AND GOLIATH by Christopher Overfelt

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    DAVID AND GOLIATHby Christopher Overfelt Tangent ParallelFrancis sits in a coffee shop. It might be a coffee shop. It might be someone’s home. It is spacious. It sits in the corner of a building with...

    UNCLE by Amanda Gamache

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    UNCLEby Amanda Gamache-Mitchell I realized he knew he was dying by the look in his eyes, by the tone in his voice, as he began to tell me about his experiences in World War II....

    THE EULOGY by Christopher Cooper

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    THE EULOGYby Christopher Cooper  The day after I sold my novel was my father’s funeral. And while I should have been looking forward to promoting my book, all I could think about were the numerous...

    I LIVE IN THE CEMETERY by Faye Reddecliff

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    I LIVE IN THE CEMETERYby Faye Reddecliff Cemeteries are not scary at night.  At least the dead are not what’s scary.  They’re peaceful -- the vandals and drunks, now that’s something else.I know because I...

    THAT GIRL, SHE SLEEPS IN THE CLOSET by Jessica Milam

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    THAT GIRL, SHE SLEEPS IN THE CLOSETby Jessica Milam Joanna tore open the eviction notice taped to the front door of their apartment, caught her breath, then promised Noah they’d be fine. He pretended to...

    THE BEST COMPANY by Ezra Brooks-Planck

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    THE BEST COMPANYBy Ezra Brooks-Planck The man blinked. He looked around him. There was nothing. He stood in a vast emptiness. There was no light and no dark. All he knew was that he was...

    BASIL THE GREEK by Mark Halpern

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    BASIL THE GREEKBy Mark Halpern I’d prepared meticulously – beyond any possible need – and waited at the little Starbucks tucked behind the escalator that carries dark-suited bankers and whatnot up from the station.  A...

    LOVE(D) by Sasha Chinnaya

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    LOVE(D)by Sasha Chinnaya Night. A stack of blank pages intimidates me. A few empty containers once filled with coffee form a wall on my temporary desk. My mind searches for answers wrapped in a pretty...

    CUTTHROAT GAP by Larry Rose

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    CUTTHROAT GAPBy Larry Rose THE RANCHER CREAKED BACKWARDS on his porch  rocking chair.  His hand shook from age, perhaps, as he pointed out to the box valley in front of us. His face was drawn,...

    THE PLEASURE OF SPRING AND OTHER STORIES by Leonard Klossner

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    THE PLEASURE OF SPRING AND OTHER STORIESby Leonard Klossner The Pleasure of Spring One wades through currents of prose like one knee-high in the shallows of a stream whose waters flow like whispers in the wind,...